I'm Tarlos. 23. Houston, Texas. Gloomy Life. My face.
My birthdays in 21 hours. O jeez.
It’s one of those nights where everyone’s asleep and I feel morbidly alone.
So I can fuckin blow trees down and sniff snow up and drink whenever the fuck I want and not have to talk to a government official that doesn’t give a fuck about my situation.
Anonymous said: Maybe if you didn't only care about sex you'd be happier. Not even trying to be an asshole man, but I think it fucks you up.
You’re complety right. It really has fucked me up. But how do I fix that? With time. Gahh.
I was bein spooky yesterday.
I wish I had a place again, so my other antisocial friends can come hang out sometimes and I can also be by myself and draw, trip, or organize my things in different places every week.
Tigers Jaw | Plane vs Tank vs Submarine
In the end it never matters what I think.